Skinny Lesbians Novels & Stories

I was greedy enough to bask in it. “There’s no way he said that!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at the audacity of some boys. “Oh, he definitely did,” Bianca snickered. “And he was serious. He wanted me and my ex-girlfriend to make out for his entertainment. As far as he was concerned, lesbians exist to turn men on. He reduced an entire sexuality into a fetish, and he was too tone-deaf to even realize it.” “This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.”

I’d heard about the parties at Jeni’s. Everyone had. It was a small liberal arts college, and six foot tall plus blonde lesbians were not exactly falling out of the trees. Everyone seemed to know who she was and that she was “that” way, both she and her nearly equally tall and beautiful roommate, Veronique.

“Lionel, Dave and I are very excited about the threesome, baby girl.” I said to her and showed her where we were all seated. She looked at the other guys and smiled and they smiled too, standing up and hugging her simultaneously. “It is a pleauure meeting the three of you guys.” Her eyes wandered to the three of us, and she was not looking at us, she was basically eye raping us. We were all dressed in monochrome outfits of shirt and joggers and the three of us had similar gym body build, which I felt was somewhat weird.

Left behind just a shawl from the loom of Athena- her wedding gift, she let Hades's eyes feasted on her whole virgin form. Her charming, ambrosia-like complexion intimated even the earlier Aphrodite when that goddess was still a blooming maiden. The gracious flush of her skin and those nimble limbs stirred a coursing fire in Hades's veins. Her stare darkened further. With such an unblemished beauty by appearing naked except for a thin silken garment veiling her entrancing lower parts, Hades secretly wished a gust of wind would have blown that garment aside so that it would reveal her virgin bloom; but she was also glad that she was the only one, who would wantonly breathe directly upon it, c

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

Well, when the situation calls for it… I don’t think anyone should feel bad or ashamed for wanting it, but can’t deny the high I get with the turn around of flushed cheeks and uncertainty to the wails, of the moment. “I love your fat fucking dicks…. Ooo. I’m gonna cum so…..” Something I live for. Females admitting that bigger is better and how bad they want the dirty, kinky kind of sex we provide. The kind that everyone’s inner freak dreams of. Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept.

“Yes, we are not allowed to wear skinny clothes,” “What do you mean skinny clothes?” Stacy growl. “Yes, like the one you are wearing.” Lydia pointed at Stacy's clothing while my eyes moved to Lydia, she was wearing a tight-fitted strapless grown that just hung at the middle of her thighs, exposing her beautiful full straight legs pairing it with boot shoes, with her hair tie and some strands falling to her side making her look super sexy like she used to call herself.

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.

Nikki, Sweet, and Lee were sisters from the same well of pleasure. Nikki was the funniest and had black hair. Sweet kept brown hair and always came up with new styles. While Lee had gold hair. They chatted among themselves excitedly in the room as they waited for Ray Dantley. Dressed in bikini wear, they moved to the bed in anticipation. Lee shared their roles whenever they had a foursome and she rehearsed it over again.

Skyla shook like a leaf when the sharp eyes of the Lycans surrounding her were piercing her body. The angry lycan who looked like a chief in 40s had his eyes scrutinizing Skyla from top to bottom. From the way his eyes were holding disgust, Skyla felt like she was going to be their meal. They were probably going to kill her for being their enemy. All the eyes casted a glance of abhorrence at Skyla, taking her to be a prostitute from her babydoll dress that appeared flimsy and revealed all her body features that probably should have been covered.